Genesis

The Víctor M. Blanco 4-meter Telescope is seen here at night at Cerro Tololo Inter-American Observatory

How curious

That we are children of stardust

Yet we have no conscious memory

Of our celestial family tree

And turn our telescopes to the sky

For answers on our ancestry

But surely we must know

Deeper than our bones

Encoded in our DNA

Inscripted on a subatomic level

Who and what we were

Back when we first came

Into consciousness

Aware that we were distinct forms

And recognized separate sentient life

When we were clusters of dust and rock

Racing around the ring track

Of a gas giant

When we were

"Photons wandering through

The early universe

Just as optical light wanders through

A dense fog,”

As NASA wrote

Scattering across the surface

Surely we can trace our origins

Back to genesis

When it clapped its hands

Exhaled a wish on solar winds

And stitched the threads of existence together

I'm fine knowing that I'm one ripple

In the fabric of reality

So I write love letters

To some higher power

And ponder my seamless part

In this timeless tapestry

I blow a kiss to the ether

And it winks back